A Despised Son In Law Novels & Stories

"But you're with a man like this! You replaced my son with a lousy man like him?" I rolled my eyes in disgust, son and mothers are no different. They are equally troublesome. "You think too highly of your son." I responded casually, then laughed. "Your son is a loser, no better than anything else. You think he's great, but to me, and probably to most people, he's just a despicable human being who doesn't know how to respect and love others. He just wants to take advantage of others." I knew her. I knew what kind of character Jaxon was and who she was talking about.

"What demeaning things do you think I've done? You despise me so much that you couldn't take into consideration that I could produce 300,000‽" "I didn't despise you! But the fact is that you couldn't collect that huge amount of money in a legal way," Betina retorted. "You should have come to us, how could you do something that would ruin your name? If you want to demean yourself, fine, but think of your son, Dylan, that poor boy now has a prostitute for a mother. I take that back, I despise her, but only as a woman."

“She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.” He took a swig of wine. I didn’t know if that was a compliment or an insult. “What about her son?” I asked cautiously. His jaw tightened. “He’s a parasite. Latches onto his mother like a child needing breast milk. Totally useless. My father always knew it. That’s why the clause exists.” There was something deeper in his voice then—a venom I hadn’t heard before. His hate wasn’t cold. It was personal. Deep. Ugly. “And what happens after six months?” I asked.

The tension between them was so thick it could’ve cracked the windows. Across the desk, Mr. Davenport stared at his son with disgust barely hidden behind his polished exterior. “You really thought you could drag this family’s name through the dirt without consequences?” His voice was sharp, but not loud. Calculated. Always. Jasper crossed his arms. “Just say what you called me here for. We both know you're not interested in father-son bonding.” Mr. Davenport’s lip curled. “You’re dating your brother’s fiancée’s brother. A man. It’s filth. Public filth. And you’re flaunting it.”

he yelled and gained our attention. "Stop, both of you, " he looked at his son and his wife, "I just wanted a normal family dinner and you both had to ruin it," he said glaring at his wife and his son. Arthur lowered his head and glared at his food, I noticed him clenching his jaw in anger, "I'm so sorry you had to witness this Davina," Andrew said gaining my attention, "It's fine, Mr. Spencer," I replied, he smiled at me and glanced at his wife.

I ask the one question that has been on my since the onset of all of this. "Definitely somewhere better. In a comfy place, something you obviously can't afford without leaning in on people." She rolls her eyes and still I tolerate it. "Gifa, can you plea-" An intimidating aura clashes with mine. "Pathetic." With the click of his shoes,we can already tell who is coming. "You tolerate disrespect for the sake of love,son? The reason why I will never condescend." His voice booms off the wall. "Father, I am not tolerating disrespect, my wife is pregnant and I can't watch another raise my heir. That will forever be a pain in the ass." I try to reason with him hoping he understands.

“What the hell is your daughter, Patrick? I’ll say it to your face—she’s a curse on whatever house she enters. You couldn’t raise her properly, spoiled her rotten into the monster she is, and now you want to dump her on us like she’s some grand prize? You trying to curse my whole family to an early grave? She’d drive us all insane!” He sneered. “Don’t bother yelling at my wife. You want to fight? Fine, yell at me instead. My son is one in a million, the pride of this family, while your daughter’s a disgrace who bought her way through school. I used to be polite and hold my tongue, but ask yourself—why don’t any of your three sons live at home? Because of her. Because even in her own house, n

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? OUR SON IS DYING BECAUSE OF YOUR NEGLIGENCE ! SAY SOMETHING! SAY SOMETHING. THIS IS YOUR DOING. DAMMIT TITUS. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR OWN GOD DAMNED SON? YOU ARE A MONSTER TITUS BROWN AND IF MY SON DIES YOU ARE DEAD TO ME." His own wife looked down on him and at this moment her father stepped in. The damned man has never liked him and this was a reason to get rid of him. If he was to die a painful and grudgful death, he would never wish to put his own son through that. His sons nature is a curse but that was still his boy, despite belief he loves their children all four of them.

“Don’t start with that. He wanted to know. And he deserved it. He deserves every fucking thing he's getting. I know he's your son, and you're supposed to love him unconditionally and develop a short memory about the things he's done, but I don't owe him any of that. I don't owe him a damn thing. He can go to hell for all I care.” The silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating, until I can almost feel it pressing down on me, squeezing out every bit of patience I have left. Caspian looks at me, that same pained expression that he always wears when I dare to speak honestly about his son. And maybe if this was a few months ago, I’d feel guilty. But now? Now, all I feel is exhaustion and

Danny is a softie. "So they are people gossiping about Danny?" Ms. Sinclair laughed, the sound high and grating. "He has a nickname now. I mean, I do not want to intrude on your family drama but... Danny is such a hoe? I wouldn't let my son even come close to that hideous thing.. so please I beg you stay away from my family, I would do same." That thing. I didn't say a word. I didn't yell. I didn't pull my gun. The anger inside me went so hot it just turned completely cold and solid, like block ice. I stood up from my seat, the leather creaking under my weight.